Nights at the Circus

Bishi
A party every day upon the open street.
A herd of inner-city life arrive in a stampede.
A pleasure ground, spectacular and cruel.
Diamonds on display to the hungry and confused.
A floorshow in the flea pit, a leg show on the strip.
Young lads push and play, fight, swear and spit.
Blinding lights from sirens, screeching tones.
Nights at the circus, days at the fair,
While raising a glass you can be anywhere.
Nights at the circus, days at the fair,
Take me there, take me there!
The circus and fair, forever running wild.
Grinning teeth stretch out for miles.
Feeling dizzy, you could lose your way,
Entertainment with endless play.
Nights at the circus, days at the fair,
While raising a glass you can be anywhere.
Nights at the circus, days at the fair,
Take me there, take me there!